GIFT  OF 


MEMORIES 
SCHOOL  DAYS 

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WILLIAM  HATHORN  MILLS 

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SAN  BERNARDINO,  CALIFORNIA 

BARNUM  &  FLAGG  COMPANY 

1921 


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PHILLIS  is  my  only  joy, 
Faithless  as  the  wind  or  seas; 
Sometimes  coming,  sometimes  coy, 
Yet  she  never  fails  to  please. 
If  with  a  frown 
I   am  cast  down, 
Phillis,  smilin^ 
And  beguiling. 
Makes  me  happier  than  before. 

Though,  alas!  too  late  J  find 

Nothing  can  her  fancy  fix, 
Yet,  the  moment  she  is  kind, 

I   forgive  her   all   her  tricks; 
Which  tffbugh   I   see, 
I  can't  get  free; 
She  deceiving, 
I  believing, 
What  need  lovers  wish  for  more? 

—Sir  Charles  Sedley. 


OMNES  ante  alias  Phyllida  diligo, 
Quae  ventis  levior,  quae  levior  mari, 
Sit  nunc  difficilis,  nunc  facilis,  licet, 

Nunquam  non  placuit  mini. 
Me  contracta  minis  frons  quoties  gravi 
Cura  sollicitat,  pectora  protinus 
Ridens  laeta  magis  quam  prius  efficit 

Phyllis,  fallere  doctior. 
Quamvis  comperiam,  serius  heu!  nihil 
Mentem  posse  diu  fi^ere  mobilem, 
Se  vero  simul  ac  praestet  amabilem 

Omnes  non  memini  dplos. 
Quos  quanquam  video,  sed  fugere  impotens 
Vinclis  illaqueor;  sic  facilem  nimis 
Falli  fallit  adhuc;  at  meliore  amans 

Ecquis  sorte  frui  velit? 


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WEEP  no  more,  woeful  shepherds,  weep  no  more, 
For  Lycidas,  your  sorrow,  is  not  dead, 
Sunk  tho'  he  be  beneath  the  watery  floor. 
So  sinks  the  day-star  in  the  Ocean  bed, 
And  yet  anon  repairs  his  drooping1  head. 
And  tricks  his  beams,  and  with  new-spangled  ore 
Flames  in  the  forehead  of  the  morning  sky. 
So  Lycidas  sank  low,  but  mounted  high, 
Thro'  the  dear  love  of  Him  that  walked  the  waves, 
Where  other  proves  and  other  streams  along, 
With  nectar  pure  his  oozy  locks  he  laves, 
And  hears  the  unexpressive  nuptial  song 
In  the  blest  kingdoms  meek  of  joy  and  love. 
There  entertain  him  all  the  Saints  above 
In  solemn  troops  and  sweet  societies 
That  sing,  and  singing  in  their  glory  move. 
And  wipe  the  tears  for  ever  from  his  eyes. 
Now,  Lycidas,  the  shepherds  weep  no  more; 
Henceforth  thou  art  the  genius  of  the  shore, 
In  thv  large  recompense,  and  shalt  be  good 
To  all  that  wander  in  that  perilous  flood. 

— John  Milton. 


II. 

SISTITE,  pastores  tristes,  iam  sistite  fletus; 
Deperiit     neque     enim     Lycidas     quern     fletis 

ademptum, 

Oceani  quamvis  recubet  sub  tfurjfite  mersus; 
Non  aliter  condit  voltus  modo  Lucifer  undis 
Aequoreis,  at  mox  pronum  caput  erifcit;  idem 
Luce  nova  reparat  radios,  auroque  refictus 
Depellit  noctem,  et  medio  splendescit  Olympo. 
Sic  pelago  mersus  Lycidas  surrexit  ad  astra, 
Illius  auxilio  ponti  super  aequora  quondam 
Qui  direxit  iter,  qua  nunc  nova  flumina  propter, 
Silvasque  insolitas,  asperpnt  nectare  crines 
Ambrosios,  atque  audit  inenarrabile  carmen 
Connubii,  in  refirnis  laetis  et  amore  beatis. 
Illic  excipiunt  Lycidan  coetusque  manusque 
Caelicolum  dulces,  semper  qui  carmina  cantant, 
Cantantesque  errant  passim  ^uttasque  tepentes 
Abstergunt  oculis,  atque  ora  madentia  siccant. 
Pastores,  Lycida,  lacrymas  tenuere  caducas; 
Nonne  vides?    Genius  posthac  agnosceris  orae, 
Praemia  larpa  tibi,  et  nautas  tutaberis  omnes 
Oceani  tumidas  peragrant  qui  navibus  undas. 


III. 

THE  water-lily  to  the  light 
Her  chalice  rearM  of  silver  bright; 
The  doe  awoke,  and  to  the  lawn, 
Begemm'd  with  dew-drops,  led  her  fawn; 
The  gray   mist  left  the  mountain-side; 
The  torrent  show'd  its  glistening  pride; 
Invisible  in  flecked  sky 
The  lark  sent  down  her  revelry; 
The  blackbird  and  the  speckled  thrush 
Good-morrow  gave  from  brake  and  bush; 
In  answer  coo'd  the  cushat  dove 
Her  notes  of  peace,  and  rest,  and  love. 

—Sir  Walter  Scott. 


III. 

EXPLICAT  argenteos  calices  ad  lumina  solis 
Eoi  mediis  insita  lotos  aquis; 
Experrecta  salit  subolemque  ad  gramma  ducit 

Dama,  ubi  distinguit  roscidus  umor  agros; 
Rarescunt  nebulae  iuga  per  declivia  mentis; 

Luce  nova  rutilans  fluminis  unda  micat. 
Sublata  ex  oculis,  volitans  per  nubila  caeli, 

Desuper  exultans  mittit  alauda  melos; 
Interea  turdique  diem  merulaeque  salutant, 

Qua  filices  inter  densa  rubeta  virent; 
Murmure  respondet  blando  vicina  palumbes, 

Ingeminans  placidos  pace  et  amore  modos. 


IV. 

THERE  is  mist  on  the  mountain,  and  night  on  the 
vale, 

But  more  dark  is  the  sleep  of  the  sons  of  the  Gael. 
A  stranger  commanded — it  sunk  on  the  land; 
It  has  frozen  each  heart,  and  benumb'd  every  hand. 
The  dirk  and  the  target  lie  sordid  with  dust; 
The  bloodless  claymore  is  but  redden'd  with  rust; 
On  the  hill  or  the  glen  if  a  gun  should  appear. 
It  is  only  to  war  with  the  heath-cock  or  deer. 
The  deeds  of  our  sires  if  our  bards  should  rehearse, 
Let  a  blush  or  a  blow  be  the  meed  of  their  verse! 
Be  mute  every  string,  and  be  hush'd  every  tone, 
That  shall  bid  us  remember  the  fame  that  is  flown. 
But  the  dark  hours  of  night  and  of  slumber  are  past; 
The  morn  on  our  mountains  is  dawning  at  last! 
Glenaladale's  peaks  are  illumed  with  the  rays, 
And  the  streams  of  Glenfinnan  leap  bright  in  the 
blaze. 

—Sir  Walter  Scott. 


IV. 

MONTE  sedent  nebulae;  stat  vallis  opaca  tenebris; 
Sed  Galli  somno  lugubriore  cubant. 
Advena  mandavit;  terrae  sopor  ingruit,  et  iam 

Cuncta  manus  torpet;  pectora  cuncta  rigent. 
Sanguinis  ignarus  robigine  tingitur  ensis; 

Pulvere  iam  sicae  scutaaue  foeda  iacent. 
Per  iuga,  per  saltus,  visa  est  si  forte  sagitta, 

Non  nisi  mentis  aves  capreolosve  petit 
Fortia  maiorum  referant  si  gesta  poetae, 

Sit  pudor  aut  ictus  praemia  digna  modis. 
Omne  melos  sileat.  rumpantur  fila  lyrarum, 

Quae  nobis  revocant  quod  fuit  ante  decus. 
Sed  noctis  fugere  horae,  fugere  soporis; 

Iam  tandem  albescit  montibus  orta  dies; 
Surgentis  Phoebi  radiis  iuga  celsa  rubescunt, 

Et  splendore  micans  fluminis  unda  salit. 


V, 

WHERE  shall  the  lover  rest 
Whom  the  fates  sever 
From  his  true  maiden's  breast, 

Parted  for  ever? 
Where,  thro'  proves  deep  and  high. 

Sounds  the  far  billow; 
Where  early  violets  die 
Under  the  willow. 

There,  thro*  the  summer  day. 

Cool  streams  are  laving; 
There,  while  the  tempests  sway, 

Scarce  are  boughs  waving; 
There  thy  rest  shalt  thou  take, 

Parted  for  ever, 
Never  again  to  wake, 

Never,  O  never! 

—Sir  Walter  Scott. 


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V. 

/CARPET  infelix  ubi  amans  quietem, 
^     Saeva  quern  fida  procul  a  puella 
Fata  secernunt,  profugum  per  omne 

Tempus  ab  ilia? 

Qua  per  excelsos  nemorum  recessus 
Mugiunt  fluctus  pelagi  remoti: 
Flos  ubi  primus  yiolae  sali^nis 

Marcet  in  umbris: 
Qua  per  ardorem  Canis  aestuosi 
Amnis  algentes  lavat  unda  ripas: 
Qua  per  insanae  rabiem  procellae 

Vix  tremit  arbos: 

Hie,  in  aeternum  profugus,  frueria 
Debita  tandem  requie,  nee  ulla 
Dormientis  vox  poterit  perennem 

Rumpere  somnum. 


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VI. 

THE  sun  is  rising  dimly  red; 
The  wind  is  wailing  low  and  dread; 
From  his  cliff  the  eagle  sallies; 
Leaves  the  wolf  his  darksome  valleys; 
In  the  midst  the  ravens  hover; 
Peep  the  wild  dogs  from  their  cover; 
Screaming,  croaking,  baying,  yelling, 
Each  in  his  wild  accents  telling: — 
"Soon  we'll  feast  on  dead  and  dying; 
Fair-haired  Harold's  flag  is  flying". 

Many  a  crest  on  air  is  streaming; 
Many  a  helmet  darkly  gleaming; 
Many  an  arm  the  ax  up  rears 
Doomed  to  hew  the  wood  of  spears. 
All  along  the  crowded  ranks 
Horses  neigh,  and  armour  clanks; 
Chiefs  are  shouting,  clarions  ringing. 
Louder  still  the  bard  is  singing: — 
"Gather  footmen,  gather  horsemen; 
To  the  field,  ye  gallant  Norsemen". 

—Sir  Walter  Scott 


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VI. 

VIX  ruber  exoritur  subfusco  lumine  Phoebus; 
Submisso  ventus  murmure  triste  gemit; 
Destituunt  aquilae  clivos,  latera  ardua  mentis; 

Deque  nigris  properant  vallibus,  ecce,  lupi; 
Desuper  in  medio  dependent  aethere  corvi; 

E  latebris  spectant,  effera  turba,  canes; 
Exululant,  latrant,  strident,  raucumque  minantur, 

Clamantes  propriis  vocibus  usque  minas: — 
Corpora  defunctorum  et  qui  moriuntur  edemus; 

Auricomi  volitant  Martia  signa  ducis. 
Plurima  nimbosas  fluitat  crista  alba  per  auras; 

Plurima  nign"anti  cassida  luce  micat; 
Plurima  vibratur  dextra  minitante  bipennis. 

Quae  silvam  hastarum,  saepta  inimica,  metat. 
Undique  per  densas  acies  turmasque  virorum 

Hinnit  ecus,  pugnae  conscms,  arma  crepant; 
lussa  duces  clamant,  litui  taratantara  dicunt. 

Clarius  at  vatis  carmen  in  aure  sonat: — 
Eia  agite  heroes  omnes,  peditesque  equitesque; 

Quos  Aquilo  adflavit,  surgite;  pugna  vocat. 


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VII 

O  SILVERY  streamlet  of  the  fields, 
That  flowest  full  and  free, 
For  thee  the  rains  of  spring  return, 

The  summer  dews  for  thee; 
And,  when  thy  latest  blossoms  die 
In  autumn's  chilly  showers, 
The  winter  fountains  (rush  for  thee, 

Till  May  brings  back  the  flowers. 

0  stream  of  Life,  the  violet  springs 

But  once  beside  thy  bed; 
But  one  brief  summer  on  thy  path 
The  dews  of  heaven  are  shed; 
Thy  parent  fountains  shrink  away, 
And  close  their  crystal  veins; 
And,  where  thy  glittering  current  flowed. 
The  dust  alone  remains. 

— W.  Cullen  Bryant 


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VII 

QUI  per  agros  curris  latos,  argenteus  amnis: 
Qui  properas  pleno  gurgite  liber  aquas, 
Vere  tibi  reduces  pluviae  funduntur  in  annos, 

Aestiyusque  iterum  ros  iterumque  cadit; 
Et,  cum  relliquiaa  maturo  funere  florum 

Auctumni  rabies  imbre  geluque  necat, 
En  tibi  brumales  mittunt  nova  flumina  fontes, 

Germina  dum  secum  ver  rediviva  ferat. 
At  semel,  0  vitae  flumen,  tibi  nascitur  annus, 

Inque  tuo  violae  margine  fragrat  odor, 
Cui  semel  e  caelo  tanti  per  taedia  cursus 

Aestivi  rores,  unica  dona,  cadunt. 
Decrescunt  sensim  fontes,  atque  aemula  quondam 

Crystalli  liquidas  vena  mpratur  aquas; 
Quaque  renidebant  alveo  currentia  pleno 

Flumina,  pulvereum  velat  harena  solum. 


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VIII. 

ERE.  in  the  Northern  gale, 
The  Summer  tresses  of  the  trees  are  prone, 
The  woods  of  autumn,  all  around  our  vale, 
Have  put  their  glory  on. 

The  mountains  that  infold, 

In  their  wide  sweep,  the  colored  landscape  round, 
Seem  groups  of  giant  kings,  in  purple  and  gold, 

That  guard  the  enchanted  ground. 

I  roam  the  woods  that  crown 
The  upland,  where  the  mingled  splendors  glow, 
Where  the  gay  company  of  trees  look  down 

On  the  green  fields  below 

My  steps  are  not  alone 

In  these  bright  walks;  the  sweet  south-west,  at  play 
Flies,  rustling,  where  the  painted  leaves  are  strown 

Along  the  winding  way. 

W.  Cullen  Bryant. 


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VIII. 

ANTE  procelloso  Boreae  quam  flamine  raptis 
Arbor  ab  aestivis  areat  orba  comis, 
Undique  per  vallem  silvas  sua  gloria  vestit; 

Auctumnale  suo  ridet  honore  nemus. 
Quae  iuga  praecingunt  pictos  longo  ordine  campos, 

Titanum  vastis  molibus  instar  habent, 
Stantque  velut  return  maims,  ostro  insignis  et  auro, 

Tutamen  mapfici  praesidiumque  loci. 
Has  ego  per  silvas,  iuga  quae  frondosa  coronant, 

Lumine  purpureas  versicolore.  vagor, 
Arboreaeque  trabes,  series  nitidissima,  vivo 

Despiciunt  virides  caespite  subter  agros. 
Nee  mihi  per  gratos  soli  libet  ire  recessus, 

lucundum  Zephyri  cui  comitantur  iter, 
Ludentesque  volant  leni  cum  murmure  frondes 

Qua  variae  sternunt  devia  longa  viae. 


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